We spent the whole day filling out paperwork, getting an overview of the program we were in, being told all the dos and don'ts, watching safety videos..., being issued hard hats, safety glasses and earplugs, told to get safety shoes before the third week and overall told what we would be going through for the next thirteen weeks. By four-thirty, my head was spinning and I was ready to go home.I walked in the door and went to let Rob know I was home. I was sure he'd want to talk with me to see how. Teresa's plan hit a snag; after the second drink, Jenn didn't want refills, saying she had studying to do and needed to focuz. Teresa would have to improvise: "Lets go sit on the couch and chat some more, I never get to see you anymore" she pretended to beg. Jenn gave in after some oscar worthy pleading by her older sister and went to sit on the couch. T They sat there talking and channel surfing, Teresa tried to get "cozy" by leaning her head on her sister's firm yet soft tit. Jenn shifted. I couldn't help but look over at her doing the same to her ripe looking pussy. I looked to my otherside to see the German girl had worked up a bit of courage and she too was sat on the stage with her legs apart. She was only rubbing her pussy and seemed too shy to go the whole hog and slip her fingers inside herself. I heard the French girl groan and I looked over to see that she had her head thrown back and was in the throes of an orgasm. The crowd went wild and the compere went over to her. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher.